Bellamy's P.O.V.
She was standing right beside me only moments before smiling her bright pearly smile at me, laughing at the story I was telling her about my clumsiness from when I was a child in that awkward preteen stage. It was then the missile came without a moment to react.
"Clarke?" I shouted over the cries of what remained of the grounders and the camp. "Have you seen Clarke?" I violently shook a dazed grounder that looked barely old enough to be seventeen. I hadn't given him time to respond before I saw her. A bunch of rubble was covering her legs and she looked as white as a ghost, lifeless.
"Clarke!" I shouted, running towards her as fast as my legs could take me, pulling the debris off of her. "Clarke!" I yelled again, pulling her into my arms. "Please don't leave me Clarke!" I cried. Why hadn't I seen it before? This beautiful blonde was the one keeping me alive. She was the only reason I had to live since getting to earth.
"Clarke," I started in a whisper, "if you can hear me, please wake up. The survival of our people is dependent on you and not only that, but I need you. You're the key to my survival, without you I'll be lost and alone. Please Clarke, I love you."
"Maybe I should've pretended to be dead sooner." Clarke coughed. "Is it true you love me?" She gave a cute little smirk.
"No, sorry wrong blonde." I replied giving her my infamous smirk, receiving a deserving smack.
"Ouch! Bell-" But before she had time to finish her sentence I cut her off with a kiss.
"You'll always be the only blonde."